My earliest
memory of Christmas is a jumble of activities and feelings, focused around
receiving gifts and going to church.
Mostly, it was the season, not the day, per se, that I remember. There was an aromatic, lit-up, star-topped
tree, stockings thumbtacked to the fireplace mantel, lots of nuts and fruits in
the home, and many parties and gatherings.
It was a warm time.
Sometime later,
I learned that the primary Christian purpose for celebrating Christmas was to
commemorate the birth of Jesus, born in
Bethlehem some 2000 years ago. But then, who was Santa Claus, I asked
myself? Why the fat man in a funny red
suit with a gunny sack of gifts, riding around the world in an aero-sleigh,
whizzing up and down chimneys, ingesting hundreds of tons of cookies and cocoa?
In my early
teens, I didn't question the holiday season very much. But I did feel anxiety, and I didn't know
exactly why. Everyone seemed
"driven" to buy lots of things for lots of people, and I would often
join the last minute rush to throw some gifts together with whatever money I
had. Usually, this frenetic activity
resulted in my feeling let-down and depressed after it was all done. But why depression? Why such social pressure to
"buya-gift"? To wrap
"just-so" only to see the wrappings torn-off into a mountain of
"trash"? To eat (and drink)
so much that you were in actual pain (often accompanied by indigestion)?
Strange, it
seemed, that some of my gloomiest days were before and after Christmas. "Before" because I was full of
anxiety to feel and experience that spiritual something behind Christmas (that
joy, that unity), conflicted with the materialistic drive to get some money and
go buy; "After" because all too often I felt as if I missed whatever
it was that Christmas was supposed to be when the day was coming to an end.
In my mid-teens,
I became intently interested in the deeper meaning and significance of this
season. Most of my studies were from
encyclopedias, and from Ambassador College and Jehovah's Witnesses pamphlets on
the subject. I must admit that those
particular studies -- with their particular slant (especially the Ambassador College
literature) -- left me feeling at that time that Christmas began as an
"un-Christian" holiday of pagan origins, which made it VERY peculiar
-- perhaps even hypocritical -- for Christians to be so deeply-immersed in it.
I will share
some of the skeletal details of what I discovered about Christmas that led to
this attitude of "Why bother celebrating Christmas at all?"
Some pre-1000
B.C. historical records indicate that Nimrod, a great warrior who lived in
ancient Babylon two centuries after The Great Flood, married his mother,
Semiramis. When Nimrod died, Semiramis
claimed that Nimrod was resurrected out of a tree stump in the form of an
evergreen tree. She stated that Nimrod
would visit his tree every year on his birthday -- which was December 25 -- and
leave gifts upon the tree. This ancient
celebration was complete with mistletoe, holly wreaths, and yule logs!
The Nimrod
celebration, in those pre-1000 B.C. days, was closely associated with the
fluctuations of the solar year. The
midwinter fires of ancient Europe were to celebrate the increased length of
each day, which eventually became the "Festival of Lights" as celebrated
in Europe. Also, inexplicably,
December 25 was erroneously designated as the winter solstice.
During the time
of the Roman Empire, the people believed in and worshipped Mithra, born on
December 25 by Astarte, his virgin mother.
Mithra, who was called "The Unconquered Sun," was regularly
identified by the worshippers of the sun, since his nativity fell on the same day
as the sun festivals.
Further research
revealed to me that numerous advanced and "primitive" cultures had
similar religious beliefs, from the Egyptians to the Mayans, and many other
cultures. Osiris, Quetzalcoatl, and others, all follow similar patterns with
a resurrected savior whose birthday was the winter solstice (or a few days
before or after the solstice).
Keep in mind
that all those celebrations of the solstice had been going on for at least 2000
years prior to the historical birth of Jesus.
Some historical
records indicate that Jesus's birth was sometime in September of the year 4 or
6 B.C. No one knows for certain. Three royal astrologers came to the child
and presented gifts, the custom of the day when meeting someone of prominence.
However,
Christians of the first few centuries A.D. did not celebrate the birthday of
Jesus -- there is some Biblical reference that suggests the Jews of the first
century and the followers of Jesus believed that it was improper to celebrate
birthdays, though that is speculative.
Although the currently adopted versions of the Bible provide no means of
precisely determining the birthdate of Jesus, historians know with certainty
that it was not on the winter
solstice. [They know this because the
Scriptures record a census being taken -- not a winter event -- and animals in
the fields, also not a winter activity.
And astronomers who've dated various astronomical events that might
have been the "star of Bethlehem" -- such as a comet or a triple
conjunction of planets -- report that none of the dates coincide with any
winter solstice.]
When the
Christian emperor Constantine I came to power in the 4th Century, he began
pressuring the largely non-Christian Romans to adopt the
newly-"popular" religion of Christianity. But those Romans were reluctant to part with the merriment and
festivals that surrounded their "Old Religion." To accommodate their reluctance, Constantine
established December 25 as the day to celebrate the coming of the "Son of
God" instead of the "sun."
Many Old Religion customs were carried over from the
"birthday-of-the-sun" celebrations, and blended into the
"Son-of-God" (that is, Christmas) celebration. In reality, then, a few names were slightly
changed, but the event largely remained the same.
When I first
learned of this "other history" of Christmas, I recall thinking: This
has nothing to do with the birth of Jesus of Nazareth. Why should I be a hypocrite and follow this
holiday custom? Back then in my
mid-teens, I concluded that Christmas was an invalid holiday, a pagan holiday
masquerading as Christian. Still, there
was a "magic" to the Christmas season that I could not explain.
In the 5th
Century, an addition was made to the Christmas celebration. Nikolaos of Myra was an historical 4th
century Bishop in the Catholic church of Asia Minor (modern Turkey). He became
known as Saint Nicholas, and was well known for the gifts that he gave to newly
married couples during the already established Christmas season. Soon, whenever someone received a mysterious
gift, it was attributed to Saint Nicholas.
St. Nicholas' name -- by the usual changes that occur in all spoken
languages -- eventually degenerated into "Santa Claus."
And so today, we
have a yearly custom that is an admixture of ancient pagan symbols: the tree,
the wreaths, the lights, giving gifts, a birth of a savior, evergreen boughs,
and eternal fires. And even Hanukkah
has now become commonly recognized as being part of the "Christmas
season," with its symbol of light, the menorah.
And so, what
does all this really mean?
[To read about
how I had a transformational way of looking at, and observing Christmas, check
out my Christmas booklet, which you can get from the Store at www.ChristopherNyerges.com]
No comments:
Post a Comment